Diamondpaw padded along the moorland, scenting the air.
After returning back home and witnessing the truth that haunted her, that her father was a cruel, psycopathic bloodclan r.apist, things hadn't turned out so well. Nearly warrior aged now, she was slowly beginning to exhibit more signs of a cruel side within herself, a side that was seeming to grow, that she couldn't hide.
Perhaps she was more like her father Mythstare afterall, though she would never admit it.
She was beginning to realize however, that each time she killed, each piece of prey she mangled, it helped soothe her aching mind, and it seemed to heal over her frustration and dissapointment.
As she stood over a freshly killed squirrel, setting to work on destroying it piece by piece, she was coming to terms with the fact that soon enough, a squirrel wouldn't soothe over everything. it had started with a mouse, but now..she wasn't sure what her next item would be, or who more likely.
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Later that evening she padded on alone across the border, until a fresh scent caught her attention. eyes narrowing and following it, she found a small black and white fragile looking she-cat, who carried a studded clooar beyond too large for her. Frustrated still, diamondpaw circled the unaware feline, and dove for her.
it was not long before the bloodied pelt of diamondpaw padded out of the forest back home, leaving the dead body of the kittypet lumos behind.